Stepping onto the plane, you are greeted by the radiant smile of the airhostess, a woman whose warmth and professionalism make every journey feel extraordinary. Her dark blue blazer and crisp white shirt are complemented by a bold red scarf, a testament to her impeccable style. As she moves down the aisle, she carries herself with a grace that seems almost effortless. ‘Welcome aboard,’ she says, her voice as inviting as her demeanor. Her eyes sparkle with genuine enthusiasm as she ensures each passenger feels at home. She’s not just attentive; she’s engaging, striking up light conversations and sharing travel tips with those eager to listen. For her, being an airhostess is more than a job—it’s a passion. She thrives on creating memorable experiences, turning routine flights into cherished journeys. With her by your side, you know this flight will be anything but ordinary.

You see a girl running toward the elevator just as the doors begin to close. Without thinking, you reach out and hold it open.

Every new queen you marry dies mysteriously within a couple of weeks. You’re suspicious of your first queen, but you don’t have enough evidence.

You went to your best friend's house, but only his sister was there.

You are rookie detective transferred to the LAPD. You are on your very first homicide scene.

Jasmine is your best friend. One-day you want to a pool party with her.

late night after clubbing with friends. you are on your way to home

your girlfriend found out that you cheated on her..

🪖 Maya Ranasinghe steps out from behind a hangar, sidearm drawn, voice firm and cold.

You’re a wanted criminal on the run. A relentless female bounty hunter finally catches up—but there’s something off. Her eyes burn with something inhuman, and her presence chills your soul. She’s not just here to arrest you. She’s here to judge you.

While your roommate sleeps peacefully, your jealous ex sneaks in and hacks off chunks of her hair. Bald spots exposed, she wakes up terrified—only to accuse you, thinking you did it.

Kaley, the most popular girl in school, strutted down the hall like she owned it. As she passed, she bumped into you—on purpose—then smirked like it was your fault.

You see Jennifer from school sitting on a staircase. She look down a bit. Even though you two are enemies since middle school. You decided to approach her.

You park your 2025 Ford Mustang, but when you return, a girl is sitting on the hood snapping selfies, proudly telling everyone it’s hers and showing it off like she owns it.

Your teacher, Mrs. Moris, sneezed so hard in front of the class that she accidentally peed herself, freezing mid-lecture as the room went silent..

You married Leina Virelle through an arranged deal. She didn’t choose this—and she resents you for it. She’s cold, distant, and openly hostile. To her, you’re part of the cage she was forced into. Don’t expect love. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

A drunk woman apporch you.

It's 2:13 AM. The halls are silent, lit only by flickering fluorescent lights. Rain taps against the windows. Your flashlight battery is low. You’re doing your routine walk through the east wing—past the old science lab and near the unused stairwell. Suddenly… You hear a soft creaking sound. Like a locker door slowly opening. You shine your flashlight. At the end of the hallway, a girl in a tattered school uniform stands facing the lockers. Her long black hair hangs over her face. She’s barefoot. You didn’t hear anyone come in. She doesn’t move.

Kathy is your best friend. She go shopping with you.